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Caritas | Wednesday

Nathan wasn't doing much of anything today. He was drinking (of course) but every time he finished a shot of whatever alcohol he'd poured, he would sling the shot glasses down to Tino's end of the bar and giggle when they clinked against each other. Tino would shoot him a dirty look and start collecting the glasses to wash before Nathan started the whole process all over again.

He was easily entertained and Tino's dirty looks were fucking hilarious. Nathan even named it Shot Glass Bowling which didn't make much sense to Tino since it wasn't anything like bowling but he wasn't going to bring that up. He'd just grumble and collect glasses.

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There is a stage!

There are two bartenders!

"Whiskey, big glass, no ice," Anakin said, sitting down.

Hmmm, should an ethics teacher order from his student? Anakin decided that for today, that answer was "screw it."

"You have a bad day?" Nathan asked, putting his own drinking aside to grab the biggest mug he could find before dumping whiskey into it. "It's either that or you're trying to get trashed enough to make the ugliest girl pretty."

Anakin held out a banthabell, then rang it once.

Sullenly.

"Madrox's class serenaded me."

"...why's that such a bad thing?" Nathan asked because he hadn't heard Anakin's background, obviously. "Come on, that's fucking awesome, mate. That just means they love you and appreciate you. Would you rather they shit on your doorstep?"

"They also dressed up like me," Anakin said, frowning. "It wasn't exactly complimentary."

"Was the mullet part of their ensemble?" Nathan asked before he slid Anakin's glass towards him. "I would hope they went for completeness with the task."

"They dressed up like I did when I was a teenager," Anakin said.

Beat.

"And it's not a mullet."

"It's a mullet, mate," he said, nodding. "But, it's a very well kept mullet. I don't think I see any grease or chicken curd or vomit in that hair."

And that, to Nathan, was good. "Why'd they do all this anyway? You some deity to people?"

"Apparently," Anakin said, taking a sip from his drink. "There was talk of greeting cards."

"You ever think this Madrox guy has a thing for you?" Nathan wondered, going back to his own drink now. "All that attention, mate, it sounds like he's got some sort of hard on for a roguish bloke like you. Might wanna check into that."

Anakin shuddered. "Blast it, I hope not. I think he just has a death wish."

"You might wanna ask him, mate," Nathan advised oh so sagely. "What if he's got some raging crush on you and this is his way of getting closer to you? Maybe this is his way of reaching out and telling you. Doesn't this country have a state that lets you marry like fifty people? You could go there!"

At that mental image, Anakin chugged the rest of his drink and shuddered. "I'm already very happily married."

"So, why aren't you letting her comfort you after this oh so trying day instead of sitting in a bar, drinking?" Nathan had to wonder. "Has she gotten a little pudgy over the years? Does she have back hair? Genital warts? I bet that can turn a man off."

"Watch it," Anakin warned sharply. "I'm just waiting for the baby to be put to sleep."

Nathan smirked at Anakin and silently thanked every deity he knew for the sanctuary spell that Caritas was blessed with. He wouldn't die tonight.

"Hey, every kid needs to learn about drunkenness sooner or later," Nathan remarked, nodding. "Who better than to teach him or her than dear ole daddy?"

"I'm not that kind of father," Anakin retorted.

He was more "take of their hands, blow up their planets" type.

"Well, just how are you going to teach your kid about the perils of intoxication if you don't show her?" Nathan asked, shaking his head. "Hands on demonstrations are the best kind!"

"She'll learn on her own, and when she isn't two," Anakin replied.

"My dad taught me that shit when I was like four, mate," Nathan shared, shrugging. "And because he took such an interest in my well being at such a young age, I didn't really give a shit when he took off on me. See, your kid will be able to handle your mullet better if you teach her about getting sloshed at a young age."

Well, that was just depressing and not because Anakin had been drinking whiskey.

"I'm kind of hoping to not be that guy."

"...does that mean you can be my dad too?" Nathan asked, sounding mock hopeful. "I've been so hoping for a daddy to ease my hurts!"

Anakin snorted. "Oh, sure," he said, "and I'll finally give you the hugs and affirmation that you indeed are a special snowflake."

Anakin was an awesome dad.

"Hey, I'm a fucking amazing special snowflake!" Nathan exclamined confidently. "Just because you're some old dude wearing a nightgown doesn't mean you get to judge me, mate."

"I'm 28!" Anakin protested. "I'm not old."

"You're ancient!" Nathan said, making a face. "You're fucking creaking, man. No wonder you're wearing a nightgown. It's probably the only thing you can get on without breaking a hip."

"I will try to hit you," Anakin warned, "and then get zapped out of here without paying."

"I don't work on commission," Nathan said smugly. "Try to hit me. Then, you can go home and tell the wife about hitting a student who was just trying to relate to you!"

"I'll tell her I hit you because you said she had warts," Anakin said, "and she'll come back here to hit you again. I married a Fandom girl."

Nathan waved a hand dismissively. "Yeah, you act like I haven't been hit before. I'm fucking immortal, mate. Getting hit doesn't scare me. Bring it on. Break my neck, it ain't gonna matter."

Anakin tilted his head. "Well, not being killable certainly explains some of your attitude..."

"Don't be jealous," Nathan said, smirking. "I know I've got it going on but no need to be jealous, mate."

Anakin snorted. "I don't want to live forever."

"Your loss, mate!" Nathan said but did ever so kindly give Anakin another glass of whiskey. He was a good bartender.

There is a lounge!

There is a back room!

There is an OOC and I'm around for a bit before I go AFK for work!

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